Ragged Claws

The Towers fall;
the dead lie buried.
Dust is settling down.
The city reels,
recovers.
Life and love go on.

I think of you -
I think of swallows
that outran the storm.
The clouds are rising.
All around us lightning strikes
and life and love go on.

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